The mist rolling in from the lochs to the Spey
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Will rise from the valleys as the dawn comes again
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We stand here together and prepare for the fray
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When today could leave our history in flames
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I look on the faces that oppression has greyed
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The scars deep within that mark a lifetime in chains
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The stark legacies of a nation have changed
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As the history book begins another page
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The strong urge to fight that was never overcome
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The spirit burning bright that we shielded from the huns
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The lost mother tongue never spoken in the light
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Will echo in their ears tonight
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For now the last cry of battle has returned to the glens
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The clan fires are burning in the highlands again
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We¡¯ll fight ¡®til the flag of freedom files overhead
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Till the evil-hearted tyranny is dead
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And the colour of the battlefield is red
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From east where the mountains meet the sea to the west
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We are legion united by the cause from the rest
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They won¡¯t us wanting when our steel¡¯s to the test
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I know every man and will give his best
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We stare with defiance and our eyes are ablaze
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We will kill every man who tries to stand in our way
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We¡¯ll cut out their hearts and send them back where they came
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For our claymores will send them to the grave
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They can¡¯t turn the tide, now the battle has begun
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The devil take the man, when his soul is on the run
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The land will return to her long forgotten sons
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To cherish in our hearts tonight
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For now the last cry of battle has returned to the glens
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The clan fires are burning in the highlands again
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It¡¯s time for the million cast aside to be free
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For we¡¯ll drive oppression back into the sea
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We¡¯ll die for the children and the wives we defend
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The lives and the memories of the proud-hearted man
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We¡¯ll fight ¡®til the flag of freedom files overhead
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Till the evil-hearted tyranny is dead
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And the colour of the battlefield is red
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Red
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